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… passing of his soul. MORTADELLO. Fiend ! I will nail you up like vermin to a board Murderer of women ! ORLANDO. Ill atone dagger with sword. Heres your false throat, you croaking frog of hell. THE DOGE. [At the door.] Help, friends ! Theres a mad murderer in the church. ORLANDO. And so it ends. [He stabs MORTADELLO, who falls, dragging the sword with him. ORLANDO flees behind the altar and escapes, as nobles, sword in hand, re-enter and pursue him. The bell ceases to toll. THE DOGE. Is Mortadello slain, slain too ? O then let me Pass with …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 33 ALESSANDRO enters from R. ALESSANDRO. Your pleasure, say ? [He draws his sword. MORTADELLO. Put up your sword. I have your measure. What ? you will force me to arrest you ? [MORTADELLOS attendants come forward. LUCREZIA staggers, and falls into ALESSANDROS arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but youre hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It mis…
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…UCREZIA. But foam upon the tide of her prestige at Rome. Niece of a pope, adored already as a saint. ALESSANDRO. Thats something like a sword ! LORENZO. And yet her followers faint. LUCREZIA. Ah ! theres a fear abroad, a bilboes of con- straint The irons are not rusted that hold our folk in fee ; And Mortadellos trustedthe trusted of the Three. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am freedoms friend : my sword is idle long. When I am wanted, send. LUCREZIA. God keep your purpose strong. But what a blistering night ! ZELINA. I stifle. LORENZO. Is there wind…
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18 MORTADELLO My arm about your waist, its fellow on my sword ! To the gondola ! [The LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri appear running, upon the bridge. ORLANDO. Too late ! we must face Venice now. MONICA. I am at the height of Fate ! GABRIELE. Halt there ! ORLANDO. Who calls ? GABRIELE. Allow The warrant of the Three ! I have a word to speak To the Princess. MONICA. To me ? My lord, I am too weak To move against your will. I only ask to go, As is my custom still, a pilgrim to and fro Among my poor, to heal, to comfort, to befriend [She kneels befo…
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…it to find a trick for that ! SOLDIER. So now we fight In the very court. ORLANDO. Ill hurl me at his throat to-night ! Come, sir, your sword in your left hand ! Strike one last blow ! SOLDIER. I am your servant to command. ORLANDO. [To MONICA.] Now pray ! MONICA. O no ! I will compel the Christ to hear ! My fierce demands Shall strike again the Romans spear in those pale hands ! Go, and God guard you ! ORLANDO. Never fear ! our storm-star stands. [ORLANDO, with drawn sword, and the soldier rush out. MONICA kneels again at the prie-Dieu, with…
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…A plays wildly, and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! …
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…ANDRO does homage, reluctantly, and takes MORTADELLOS offered hand. ALESSANDRO. Id kiss the devil at your command. MONICA. Put up your sword ! Now, gentles all, we reconcile each warring thought, End all our quarrel with a smile, right richly wrought. Farewell, Count Mortadello ! Go your lordly ways, Followed by faith and overflow of high-pitched praise. [To ALESSANDRO.] For you sir, since you erred, repair your fault I lay This penance ; to attend me where I go to pray. MORTADELLO. [Still shaken by the brawl.] Farewell, prin- cess. I thank y…
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…church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legates life ? Cowards ! Ill face him first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Popes ! I am the Popes ! For God and Christ ! Now, Mortadello, we cross swords ! . . . One stroke sufficed. [Putting her foot on the neck of MORTADELLO, and both hands to the hilt of the sword, she draws it from his throat. All stand aghast. Gentlemen, to your palaces ! This carrion Be guarded and displayed. At noon the bell toll on, And bring the worthiest cit…
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…oned through the world, a ruddy Mars, And climb in incense scimitar-curled to storm the stars ! Your homage, gentlemen. The oath upon my sword. ALL. We swear to follow and obey thee as our lord. THE DOGE. Tis sworn. Retire, and one by one re-entering Unmask, and kiss the hand of who shall be your king. [All bow and retire. Then they enter, unmask, kiss the hand of MORTADELLO, reveil and depart. MORTADELLO. [To the first.] I am glad your worth and wisdom are appreciated. [To the second.] Does the whole earth contain a wiser, holier head ? [To t…
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…igable seas Where suns blaze on the masts of myriad argosies. I dazzle. I burst. I choke. A NOBLE. Give him air ! MORTADELLO. Wheres my sword ? O dreams accurst that blot my brain ! Theres fiends abroad ! Blast all this space of stars with thunder ! A NOBLE. Tis his wound. He raves. MORTADELLO. Ill drink A NOBLE. Water, ho ! MORTADELLO. Her blood, and Ill sleep sound ! THE CURTAIN FALLS.
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…THE DOGE. Death ! THE ARCHBISHOP. Sacrilege ! GABRIELE. Close the doors ! Let none escape ! A VOICE. The doors are thronged. MORTADELLO. Swords ! Swords ! GABRIELE. Who roars So loud ? Keep silence, sir, or we are all undone ! MORTADELLO. Misshapen knave ! THE DOGE. Peace, peace. MORTADELLO. Thou misbegotten one ! Lay hands upon the household. [The church fills with smoke. GABRIELE. Alls gone dark. THE DOGE. Gone dark ! MORTADELLO. Gone dark ! GABRIELE. Crackles and fumes ; they have Greek bombs. MORTADELLO. Now mark ! You shall die in torment…
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…tonation is heard. ORLANDO. Theres the petard. They must have blown in the two gates. MONICA. Then we are dead. ORLANDO. Not while this swords unbroken. MONICA. Fates no friend. ORLANDO. Unsaid The holiest, happiest things. Here comes a guard. Pre- pare For evil tidings. MONICA. Martyrdoms to be our share. Well, tis the accustomed crown of true virginity ! Ha Ha ! How God must laugh ! Do you think we must die ? ORLANDO. They darent kill you. And as for me, Ill sell my life. So dear I doubt they have the fee.
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…rute. MATTEO. No ! Ive got a knife. Lets mend the matter at the root ! [ALESSANDRO interposes, and beats off the crowd with scabbarded sword. ALESSANDRO. Here now ! Whats this ? Whats this ? MARCO. My lord, theyll murder me. ALESSANDRO. Why, Marco ! GIUSEPPE. My good lord, hes earning slanders fee ! ALESSANDRO. But if it should be true ? FILIPPO. It cant be true. As well You ask me to believe a Moslem miracle ! ALESSANDRO. Thanks, my good friends. You have done exactly as I hope You always will, in all the circumstances and scope Of fal…
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… tigress clenched in death. The heart that smoked Hells lust is cold. ORLANDO. [Turns and sees MONICA, as he thinks, dead] God, then my sword drink vengeance deep ! GABRIELE. This thrust balk thy revenge ! [GABRIELE stabs him treacherously in his amazement. ORLANDO. O treacherous dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, shameChrist, Ill drench Desire of hate in her own rotting bodys stench. But deathnot deat…
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…ANGEL OF VENICE 37 The Angel of Venice has laid down at the summons of the Lord The wreath and harp and crown, takes up the shield and sword. Oras you will. Enoughwhether one groans or smiles To call me still the Angel of the City of the Isles. [They go into the church. SCENE IV. The Church of St. Mark. THE DOGE, enthroned, surrounded by ecclesiastical dignitaries as for a marriage. COUNT MORTADELLO standing on the R. of THE DOGE. Many nobles gathered. THE DOGE. The bride is late. Youre sure alls well ? GABRIELE. I stake my head. THE DO…
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102 MORTADELLO First Ill send the cursèd Legate there ! Come on ! [He has seized his sword from an attendant, and rushes out. 1ST MASK. Well follow ! ALESSANDRO. Touch him not ; the plays half played. 2ND MASK. We are his shadows ! ALESSANDRO. Night shall fall. [The men follow MORTADELLO at full speed ZELINA. [Rising.] We are betrayed. Oh, but Ill save him yet ! I see the pretty plot. Ill find a finer fantasy ! LUCREZIA. [Rising and unveiling.] No, you shall not ! Here, for the dagger-stroke you struckthis to your heart ! And this across …
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…birri. ORLANDO. By thy backs crooked curve, Ill carve thee like a capon GABRIELE. All these months of hate I starve to spit thee on my sword. ORLANDO. Now meet thy fate ! GABRIELE. Dog ! falls the last of thine beside thee now, Death calls, Death calls ! See rear their crests Hells adamantine walls. ORLANDO. Ill send thee to announce me. GABRIELE. [Pointing to MONICA. Look ! thy whores gone first. Her end be all damnation. See ! the throat that cursed
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…t, no wind beats through The hushed canals. So is my heartfor you, my lord, My excellent lord ! and soto part. MORTADELLO. Draw out my sword ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watc…
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… fall, Lucrezia, let Their sunshine kindle mine, a pall of snaky jet ! My mouth is thin like Saturns ring, your mouth is red As Mars, a sword, a snake to sting, a sun to shed Life on all wanderers in the maze of love, a moon To curve, and Venus self to craze. LUCREZIA. O tender tune ! You know the secret of all sweetness. MONICA. No ! tis you Who are too fair.
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…ortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels burst ! Give me my sword ! If I must go to hell, I swear